words by dominic riccitello

lying in streets of heaven

thoughts dipped in gravy

lingering in daze of ‘97

twirling in our essence

he feels my moment

while i feel if he’s there

i’m wading with a ghost of my past

kissing demons in seconds

i thought could never end

and he grabs my hand

runs through my core

dripping sweat in hell

as i look in the reflection for warmth

you said it mattered

but i didn’t

i’m kissing the mirror of a man who’s ego
shattered

in thought of happy

you kiss men in shadows

not because they’re shadows

because they’re dark enough

in theory

that possibly all of this never happened